It was the ordinary social geography of a small, tight-knit rural community.

She had made a reasonable decision to go out on a Saturday night.

She had made a reasonable decision to try to walk to a nearby house when her car went into a ditch.

She had miscalculated the distance, which was understandable — at night, in the cold, on unfamiliar roads, distances are not easy to judge.

None of what she did that night was reckless.

None of it was the product of poor judgment in any meaningful sense.